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Daddy, how come there's no dolls that look like me in the shop? My daughter she a princess The world ain’t slaughtering her skin yet These kayne's have not become important to the kim's yet But when she gets older they’ll be brothers same colour as her Pappa who will not be showing any sort of interest Have mercy on my brothers yea Disrespecting women who remind them of their mothers Disrespecting women who remind them of their sisters Disrespecting women who remind them of their cousins Have mercy on my brothers Everyone’s entitled to their own taste But every time you pricks make a statement I can find a rival in my own race I love all types a women Variety is ok But society will throw shade So who’s fighting for the sisters then When their brother keep on dissing them Try and picture justin as a little one Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them Nan aunts mummy Black woman significance So fuck you and your ignorance When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall And there was pictures of my family in the front room with certificates University graduates and good citizens SongtexteBaby keep doing you Don’t let the world ruin No matter what they say you are beautiful Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder And we don’t know who is who So who are they to slew when they slewing you? Babe, you're golden So Golden I need you golden So Golden I can cry those tears for you Again But just know I'll be there for you To keep you golden And they say sticks don't break no bones But their words might still hit home Broke up bags on concrete stones Look at all this is our soul To keep your golden So golden (so golden) So golden (so golden) I need you golden (so golden) So golden (so golden) Black rose When you was doing light skin vs dark skin Some was doing white skin vs our skin Divided and conquered Living but slightly unconscious Killing each other minor (problems) Do I define a monster Cos my knife is longer My left is weak but my right is stronger What I really mean is my writings stronger Should I wife a Kate or should I wife a Rhonda I don’t mind either genre Brothers back home using cake soap I’m only caked up cos I make doe We’re all try stay afloat in the same boat But I’m trying to be the goat not scape goat Are you aware of who I am There’s something called opinions and I really can’t escape those Ewwwww his black and his ugly Naaaahh I’m black and im lovely Only god can judge me This ones ones for my brothers that are lonely in this fuckree Coming home from school and your shadows your only company Really I’m from Africa but I don’t now my country I’m a lost man Where the hell are my locks at Got me looking at a dashiki like what’s that And still I’m jango to you house niggas I get even with the Stevens in combat Babe, you're golden So golden (so golden) So golden (so golden) I need you golden (so golden) So golden (so golden) So golden (so golden) I can carry those (?) for you Again But just know that I'll be there for you To keep you golden Aus Songtexte Mania